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Eva
After a meal of venison expertly slow-cooked and served with a delicious berry sauce, I fell asleep half-way through the second movie. At some point, someone must have carried me to bed. When I woke, Tanner was fast asleep on his back on one side of me, with Cole on the other.
It was just as well Tanner’s bed was huge. I doubted all three of us would have fit in the bed I’d got used to sleeping in. As comfortable as it was.
The whole ‘sharing a bed’ thing had grown on me. I enjoyed how safe I felt when Tanner slept next to me. It was the same with Cole, although this was only the second time he had slept with me.
It was surprising Tanner was OK with it, given his possessive nature. But they seemed to have negotiated some kind of arrangement. Cole had told me sharing a bedroom was normal for bonded throuples, quads, and more. I guess it made sense. Wolves seemed more tactile than most humans, and sleeping together promoted intimacy for mated groups.
My bladder was uncomfortably full. Not wanting to wake the guys and provoke Tanner’s overprotective asshole instincts - the guy would escort me to the toilet if he could - I carefully eased out from between them and padded into the adjoining bathroom.
Once I’d peed and washed my hands, I decided I needed a drink, and so headed out to the kitchen.
A soft groan from the direction of Silas’s bedroom caught my attention.
Was he ill?
I paused, wondering if I should check on him. I heard him groan again, and that steeled my resolve. He’d been quiet all afternoon, so it was possible he wasn’t feeling well. I opened his door and peered in.
Silas’s bedroom was dark, but there was enough light flooding in from the window to illuminate the bed. He was lying with the covers kicked off, naked.
I froze, embarrassed that I’d interrupted a private moment. I’d seen Silas naked before, but this was different. It was the first time I’d seen him in the throes of pleasure, his hand around the thick shaft of his erect cock.
As I watched, a willing voyeur, he fisted his erection slowly, each pass over the swollen head eliciting a faint groan. Heat pooled in my core, and I subconsciously squeezed my thighs together.
I’d never seen a man masturbate before, and it was surprising how much it turned me on. Silas’s hard body was a work of art. Deliciously cut, each plane of taut, sinewy muscle gleaming in the muted light. Unlike Tanner, he had no tattoos, but I caught the gleam of a piercing on the underside of his shaft.
“Eva,” he groaned as his thumb caressed the piercing just below the crown. Hearing my name startled me and I inadvertently knocked my elbow against the door frame. I barely made a sound, but it was enough to alert Silas to my presence.
His eyes snapped open and locked on my face before sliding down my body, taking in the shirt I wore. Tanner’s shirt.
“Eva, you shouldn’t be in here,” he said, but he made no attempt to cover up.
My gaze drifted back down his body. I couldn’t help it. The realization that he was pleasuring himself while thinking about me elevated my heart rate and slick arousal trickled down my thighs.
His nostrils flared when he smelled how turned on I was. Shifters had much sharper senses than humans and every day I ended up embarrassed by how often they scented my arousal.
Silas knew I was here. This was my opportunity to walk out and close the door, leaving him to finish what he was doing. Without me. Instead, I stepped inside Silas’s bedroom, letting the door close in my wake.
I licked my lips, and his eyes dropped to my mouth. In this bedroom, I was in control. Nothing would happen without my permission. I trusted Silas, just like I trusted Cole and Tanner. Silas had been avoiding me all day. I wasn’t an idiot: I knew he wanted me, but for some reason he’d decided I had to make the first move.
Well, here I was. Making my move.
He watched as I walked over to the bed. Without saying a word, I lifted my shirt up and over my head, dropping it to the floor. Then I moved astride him until my heated core rested on his hard abs. Neither of us said a word; we didn’t need to.
I knew he wanted me because he was still hard. The old me would never have walked in here like a temptress, but I was different now. I had more confidence, and I knew what I wanted.
My breasts and hips had filled out, thanks to Cole obsessively feeding me all the time, and my belly had a gentle curve to it, making me feel more feminine, soft like a female should be. From the way Silas’s eyes glowed in the muted light, he liked what he saw.
He ran his hands up my sides until he reached my breasts. Even though the room was dark, my scars were still visible, but I refused to think about them. There was no room for that monster in my head right now.
The way Silas looked at me gave me power. He didn’t see my scars; he just saw me.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, almost reverently.
I knew I wasn’t, but I loved that he believed it.
He sat up, cupped my jaw in his hands, and then kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. One hand slid down my neck, calloused fingers igniting sparks across my skin. Even the dead areas where Brent had burned me with cigarettes came alive. I felt everything.
